I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the police led him away, I pulled out of the hands of all these loved ones, sobbing, screaming, everything hurting, to try and make him stay.

He whispered softly in her ear, "The only way I'd ever hurt you is by holding your hand too tightly."

I don't think he's ignoring me. I think he sees me, but he doesn't really look at the kind of girl I am. He chooses no to. Does that make sense?

Convo between me & my bff about the guy that I like.

It's like a routine. I fall for you on Monday. I like you from Tuesday to Thursday. You make me mad on Friday. I think I'm over you over the weekend, but the second I see you on Monday morning, I fall for you again and again.

You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story.

I guess this time you're really leaving. I heard your suitcase say goodbye. And as my broken heart lies bleeding, you say, "True love; it's suicide."

I guess this time you're really leaving. I heard your suitcase say goodbye. And as my broken heart lies bleeding, you say, "True love; it's suicide."

There is no definition for love, but when you've find it, you'll know.

There is no definition for love, but when you've found it, you'll know.

He's the only reason why I wake up in the morning and he doesn't even know or care and that breaks my heart. And if he breaks my heart, then why do I still like him?